Missing You - Chance the Rapper

[Intro / Outro:]
In the real world, we just people with ideas

[Verse 1:]
That sh_t cray that sh_t dead
That sh_t fake blast a kid
Cassius clay at his head
At a boy, at a kid
I'm a need a napkin, cook 'em up
And he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him up
N_ggas was busy scrappin', put 'em up
I was too busy rapping, good as f_ck
N_ggas don't act like grown ups when n_ggas don't get to grow up
N_ggas don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up
But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners
N_ggas see you as come ups so n_ggas just wanna run up
N_ggas asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred
My n_ggas stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds
My daddy told me to hate 'em my momma told me to love 'em
My neighbors told me they hunting I hope I make it through summer
They stole one of my n_ggas I should have seen that one coming
My priest told me it's angles my n_ggas told me it's nothing
I'm thinking about my n_gga he thinking before he die
Going to work faded I'm blowing the word God
I'm burning up all the papers cause all the reporters lied
I call him my lil homie he brought him a 45
Brown boys are dying and none of 'em were for business
And all of em' love they mommas and all of they mommas miss em'
And this sh_t is just stupid this sh_t is f_cking senseless
The news [?] this sh_t is getting expensive

(I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you) [x3]

And hoping that I find you
I been hoping that I find you

(I'm missing you) [x5]

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